The Last Lecture
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Last</strong> <strong>Lecture</strong><br />
“Let’s be clear. My goal is to be alive and on your brochure in ten years.”<br />
I turned out to be among the minority of patients who could<br />
benefit from what is called the “Whipple operation,” named for a doctor<br />
who in the 1930s conjured up this complicated procedure. Through the<br />
1970s, the surgery itself was killing up to 25 percent of patients who<br />
underwent it. By the year 2000, the risk of dying from it was under 5<br />
percent if done by experienced specialists. Still, I knew I was in for a<br />
brutal time, especially since the surgery needed to be followed by an<br />
extremely toxic regimen of chemotherapy and radiation.<br />
As part of the surgery, Dr. Zeh removed not only the tumor, but my<br />
gallbladder, a third of my pancreas, a third of my stomach, and several<br />
feet of my small intestine. Once I recovered from that, I spent two<br />
months at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, receiving those<br />
powerful dosages of chemo, plus daily high-dose radiation of my<br />
abdomen. I went from 182 to 138 pounds and, by the end, could hardly<br />
walk. In January, I went home to Pittsburgh and my CT scans showed no<br />
cancer. I slowly regained my strength.<br />
In August, it was time for my quarterly check-in back at MD<br />
Anderson. Jai and I flew to Houston for the appointment, leaving the<br />
kids with a babysitter back home. We treated the trip like something<br />
of a romantic getaway. We even went to a giant water park the day<br />
before—I know, my idea of a romantic getaway—and I rode the speed<br />
slide, grinning all the way down.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, on August 15, 2007, a Wednesday, Jai and I arrived at MD<br />
Anderson to go over the results of my latest CT scans with my oncologist,<br />
Robert Wolff. We were ushered into an examining room, where a nurse<br />
asked a few routine questions. “Any changes in your weight, Randy? Are<br />
you still taking the same medications?” Jai took note of the nurse’s<br />
happy, singsong voice as she left, how she cheerily said, “OK, the doctor<br />
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